Polaris Black

14

1975, 14 November.

"Sherbet Lemon?" the headmaster asked with a kind smile that forced Polaris not to roll his eyes, 'could he just get to the point'. He glances towards the bowl of 'Sherbet Lemon sweets before looking back up at the headmaster. Though he could understand why he would offer to set a more comfortable environment. At least the old man has some manners.

"No, thank you, sir." Polaris declined ever so politely. It nearly sounded sarcastic with his tone of voice. He wasn't exactly enjoying his time there, with his Transfiguration Professor standing behind him with a stern look on her face.

This was certainly not a comfortable environment. It felt more hostile than that. Why the way she was breathing down his neck. There he thought he had performed the performance of his life, 'Oh no, he's in pain....'

Yet there he is, but of course, he didn't blame them. They'll surely ask the boy, Parker, once the pain resides and his swelling goes down. Hopefully, they'll question Travers, too. The idiot better confesses the truth. He wanted to see someone in trouble. School was starting to get boring.

"I'm here because of the incident that occurred earlier, am I right, sir?" Polaris continued trying to get to the point of his unwanted visit to the man's office. He just wanted to be out already. He needed to gloat in Corvus's face since he won another bet. He couldn't wait to see Corvus make up excuses or start denying the deal was ever made.

"Yes, we are just trying to understand what happened today, Polaris", The headmaster spoke out as he suckled on the sweet. He plopped it in his mouth.

...Now he wanted some.

"I am happy to help you do so, but I would much appreciate it if you addressed me as Mr Black, sir, seeing as only my friends call me Polaris... sir," Polaris spoke out, hoping it sounded as polite as he thought it to be.

"I apologise. Why don't we talk about today's event? Why don't you say it from your perspective."

"Yes, there really isn't anything to it, sir. I was only minded my business until I noticed the crowd that had gathered around. I saw my housemate being attacked- physically attacked by the Gryffindor. I believe his name is Joshua Parker. I stood before them to ask Mr Parker to stop with his assault as he was kicking my housemate without any remorse. As I asked him to stop, he continued to insult me for trying to help my housemate, then he started to swell, which I suspect is when the jinx hit him. Other than that, that is all I know, other than being asked to stay behind."

"I'm sure it was just a misunderstanding. I'm sure he was attacking Mr Travers-".

"-A misunderstanding, sir? from where I was standing, and might I mention once again that I was standing right in front of them, it didn't look like a misunderstanding. I watched my housemate being kicked like a ragdoll. I really don't see the misunderstanding here. So, will he or will he not receive punishment for his barbaric behaviour? – sir."

"Punishment? I understand your concern for your housemate, but we have yet to know the extent of the incident, and Mr Parker is indeed still bedridden from that nasty curse." He seemed to emphasise the word 'nasty', which seemingly annoyed Polaris. It sounded much more of an accusation, 'he makes it sound as though it's my fault, sure it was, but he doesn't need to know that.'

"With all due respect, sir, I really don't see what that has to do with me, sir. I just want justice for my Housemate. If punishment isn't given, who is there to say no other Gryffindor will assume they can do as they wish without punishment, Mr Parker may be currently injured, but he'll be back on his feet by the end of the day, I'm sure, so, sir... will he be receiving punishment?"